There was once an old wood cutter, he had no family and he lived alone in his house in the woods. His only company was the birds and the squirrels. Every month he would go out and cut trees for fire wood some he would keep for when the year for cold, some he would take to the market to sell. As the years went he would do the same thing over and over. One dreary spring day he went out to do his chopping grabbing his ax and heading out the door. Soon he had cut 5 trees then 5 turned to 15 then 15 to 30 finally he made it to a tree he had never seen. He decided to rest under it and have a meal but after his meal he fell asleep.

Little did the cutter know a mouse came upon his ax and though it's handle a tasty treat. The mouse left having filled on the old wood handle. As the cutter woke he stood streatched and decided to start choping at the tree. He hit it one time, two times, three times but alas on the third strike the head of his ax broke and going itself into his forhead ending his life.

It took villagers two months to realize he was missing and three more to find his decaying body. As the months turned to years and years turned to decades the little village grew turning into a large town. The eventually for rid of the forest surrounding the tree and a house was built near it. Some say that if you walk out to the tree at night you can head the sounds of the cutter chopping into the tree only to fail on the third strike. And if you listen you can hear him choking on blood and calling for help.